HDRDTH -Chapter 72 I Drew This Thing?!

7:30 a.m., Jinshui Bay Villa.

The air was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and a faint smell of coffee.

Yu Xian shuffled downstairs barefoot, stepping onto the marble floor still warm from the morning sun, all while grumbling nonstop.

“Da Fu! Wang Da Fu! Where the hell did that brat go?”

“Oh my god, Dad!”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Dafu rushed out of the kitchen wearing a floral apron, still holding a spatula.

“Go buy me a pair of slippers!”

Yu Xian flopped onto the soft leather sofa, grabbed an orange from the coffee table, and started peeling it.

“I want anti-slip soles, durable ones!”

“The straps must be reinforced nylon!”

“That cheap ten-yuan plastic pair almost made me split in half in a mud pit last night!”

“Got it! Right away! I’ll make sure it’s perfect!”

Wang Dafu nodded furiously like a bobblehead.

Su Wanyi walked out of the kitchen holding two plates of soft-boiled eggs.

When she saw Yu Xian’s bare feet and the muddy footprints on the floor, her pretty brows furrowed.

“You have custom-made leather shoes and sneakers filling an entire wardrobe, and you refuse to wear them—insisting on those ten-yuan slippers when you go into the wilderness.”

“And now what? Two cuts on your soles. Serves you right.”

Though she was scolding him, her hands didn’t stop moving. She placed a plate of eggs in front of him and pushed a trash bin closer.

“Xixi came downstairs earlier and saw the blood on your clothes from last night. She was so worried her eyes turned red, kept asking if Uncle Yu was injured.”

Just then—

A small figure bounced down the stairs.

Su Xi, carrying her pink schoolbag, excitedly raised a laptop with both hands, her face flushed red with excitement.

“Uncle Yu! Uncle Yu! You’re trending again!”

“Number one! And it has a big red ‘HOT’ tag!”

Yu Xian rubbed his forehead.

“It’s just a damn metal box I dug up. Netizens really have too much free time.”

“That’s not even a big deal. If I ever feel like it, I’ll go offshore and catch a 300-jin bluefin tuna—that would be impressive.”

“It’s not about the metal box!”

Su Xi shoved the laptop right under his nose.

“People online say you’re a hidden tomb-raiding master!”

“That your fishing rod is actually a geomancy compass for underwater dragon-seeking, used to locate lost national treasures!”

Pfft—

Yu Xian almost spat out orange juice.

He rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful.

Before he could mock the internet’s imagination—

SKREEECH!

A harsh braking sound suddenly came from outside the villa.

Wang Dafu, who was about to leave to buy slippers, jumped in fright.

He rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window and peeked through the curtain gap.

His legs began shaking uncontrollably.

“Dad… Dad! Outside… outside there’s… there’s—!”

His voice cracked.

“Fully armed soldiers! And they’re holding those big riot shields!”

“What the hell?”

Before Yu Xian could react, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

“Go open it! What are you standing there for?”

Yu Xian frowned.

“I… I can’t… my legs are weak…”

Wang Dafu trembled as he unlocked the door.

The door swung open.

Major Chu Feng from last night strode in.

Behind him followed three elderly men in wrinkled white coats, looking like they hadn’t slept for days.

Leading them was the oldest one—Dr. Li.

His hair was a chaotic white mess, like it had been hit by a category-12 storm. His prestigious research coat was covered in wrinkles, clearly the result of an all-night marathon in the lab.

Despite his frail posture and age spots, anyone in the scientific community knew:

This was a top-tier national authority—someone who could make even provincial leaders stand up straight when speaking to him.

“Mr. Yu, we sincerely apologize for disturbing you so early in the morning!”

Chu Feng snapped to attention and gave a crisp military salute.

Respect filled his eyes.

Yu Xian’s hand trembled, half an orange falling back into the fruit plate.

“No—what is this? I already gave my statement last night.”

He pointed toward the door helplessly.

“I told you, I really just went fishing. That box—whether it was a nuclear warhead or a biohazard container—has nothing to do with me. I swear.”

Dr. Li suddenly pushed forward.

He moved surprisingly fast for his age, stepping right up to the coffee table.

With shaking hands, he tore open a document folder and slammed a photo onto the table.

“Mr. Yu! Let’s be frank!”

His voice trembled with excitement.

“This is not a coincidence!”

“From the classified diagram inside the ‘404’ container you retrieved, we found this symbol!”

Yu Xian’s heart skipped a beat.

A bad feeling surged up instantly.

He looked down.

The photo showed a close-up of a faded waterproof technical blueprint.

In the bottom-right corner—

There was a crude, almost careless sketch of a symbol:

A pressure cooker valve… crossed with two fish bones.

It was abstract.

Messy.

Casually drawn, like a doodle.

But the moment Yu Xian saw it—

His brain buzzed violently.

This wasn’t…

Wasn’t this something he drew in his past life?!